Master has a new plan. And I don't like it. He knows I'm selfish. I want him all to myself. Oh, I don't mind if he shares me. I like the attention. But, I don't like to share him. I know he wants me trained. And I'm sure that in some way, this is a good part of the training. But I hate it. What if he picks someone gorgeous? I imagine a trim blonde, blue eyes, size 5, perfect curves. She'll outshine me for sure. And then Master will want her, and I'll be sitting on the sidelines. I hate the sidelines. That's where I stayed all through school. Never the popular girl.
Oh no, Master is back. And he has her. Grrrr. And there she is. Wait a minute! She isn't blonde and gorgeous! She's average, like me. Maybe not quite as heavy, but that's ok. I am losing it. Brown hair, like mine. Hmm, I think her eyes are green. Yuk, perfect teeth though. Not me. Oh well. Hmmm, I guess she's ok. But I still don't want to share.
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Master made me share my room with her. Even my bed. Although I like sharing the Master's bed, he sometimes would rather sleep alone. But to share with her! And she is in there, in his room, alone, with MY Master! This is not cool. I pace my room, waiting until I can leave it. I left the door open, so I can see his door. But Master told me to wait here until he leaves his room. Who knows how long he will be in with her. I am seething. I have to get control. If Master sees me like this, I'll be punished for sure!
Finally Master comes out of his room. I know he can tell I am not happy. He just looks at me, and walks by. Crap, he's not happy with me either. I head downstairs to start supper. I can hear her in the other room, talking to MY Master. She must have come downstairs after I did. Maybe I can make her food really spicy? Then she can't meet his needs and he will send her away? Hmm, no, then he'd know I did it, and I'd get punished. I can't think of a thing I can do.
I must be too loud, slamming dishes around. I look up, and there is Master, looking at me. I can tell he isn't happy. He slides his hand behind my neck. Mmm, maybe he'll kiss me? Ouch! No, he pulls my hair, forcing me to look up into his eyes. "We will not have any problems. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Master, I'm sorry Sir." His other hand comes around from behind him. He is holding clamps, three of them, attached by a chain. He rubs my left nipple in between his fingers, getting it nice and hard. Just as I am starting to enjoy it, he puts the clamp on it. He moves to the next one. He knows the right one is more sensitive. I tense up, knowing the pain is coming. I breathe hard through my nose, trying to will the pain away.
"Spread them," he commands. I spread my legs. He squats down and teases my clit. I moan. Oh yes,this feels great. He licks it, and sucks on it just a bit. My legs are getting weak. And then he clamps it too. I squeal.
"Now, be nice and I will take them off after dinner."
I hang my head, pain radiating from my clit and nipples. "Yes Sir"
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Master liked his dinner tonight. I made his favorite. Yes, ok, so I'm trying to suck up. I'm still sore, still wearing the clamps. I know he was unhappy with me earlier, but now he seems happy with me. He even put his hand on my leg during dinner. I am happy now. Maybe he will let me sleep with him tonight.